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My father was part of a special envoy to France

at the end of the war.

He was quite influential with some of the language

in the Treaty of Versailles.

You don't say?

President Poincaré gave him this bottle

from the personal collection of Napoleon.

There's an inscription by him on the inside of the label.

See what it says? "À la victoire."

- Yeah, I don't speak... - To victory.

It's good.

- Where are you from, Peter? - Uh, it's Pete. San Bernardino.

San Bernardino. Were you on the force out there?

For a few years.

LA must've been a nice step up from that place.

More bang for your buck in this city.

Hmm.

I'd say a lot more.

- What's this? - Your bonus.

I don't need to know the particulars of how you did it.

I just wish that you could have seen the look on Mason's face

when I told the judge.

Pretty sure I can picture it.

Sincerely though.

The loyalty that you've shown to me in this office

is gonna go a long way, Pete.

Yeah.

Another belt?

Nah.

Wasted on a guy like me.

- Good morning. Hmm. - He's running a few minutes late.

Did you really think I wouldn't figure this one out?

Oh, my God.

You know, I would say, it would be worth

you spending sometime in law school,

but after this meeting, it might be a moot point.

Fuck you, Milligan.

Off to an auspicious start, I see, Mr. Mason.

Anything I need to know about?

- Anything that I do? - Sit, sit.

I spent a good part of the night looking further into this,

and I could not find a single precedent

to base a decision in this matter on.

Nor do I care to.

What in God's name were you thinking?

I was... I was just doing what I thought was best for my clients.

That's an interesting way of going about it.

- Tommy. - Judge, the citizens of this city

are on edge.

They want justice... and they deserve it.

And part of that justice is making sure that it's known

that Mr. Mason needed to conceal evidence in order to hide the fact

that his clients murdered Brooks McCutcheon.

Now, I think that charges of accessory after the fact

- are a fitting consequence. - Yeah,

save the histrionics for the jury.

You've created quite a shit show, my friend.

I'm ready to declare a mistrial.

Durkin.

Uh, Your Honor, a mistrial wouldn't serve anyone.

I think all parties agree

we need to bring this to a conclusion of some sort.

We can try this again. I'm not worried.

Your Honor, if news of the gun were made public,

it would taint any jury going forward.

Then maybe you shouldn't have hidden it.

All right, all right. Now, here's what we're going to do.

Your office will put together a brief outlining two things.

A plan for going forward with the trial,

and the charges you plan to bring against Mr. Mason.

This will include an argument for making the gun admissible.

- Your Honor... - And I do not want one leak

about this gun.

Brief on my desk, Friday morning. That's all.

Need some help?

No, I'm... I'm good.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I'm busy.

Perry Mason's office.

One moment.

It's Pete Strickland.

Hey.

You ever drink cognac?

Not really, no.

Pussy punch is what they should call it.

Is that what they're drinking down at the DA's office to celebrate?

Listen...

I don't like leaving things bad between us.

I just...

Sometimes I get myself pulled into things.

And I don't feel good about it, but I do it anyway.

Yeah, I've been there.

Anyway, I just needed you to hear that from me.

You broke into our safe.

You shouldn't have made it so easy.

How did I make it easy?

You never even changed the combination?

E.B.'s birthday?

How could you fucking betray me like that?

- Betray you? - Yeah.

Betray you?

After all the shit that you fucking dragged me through, Perry?

Oh, don't... don't start that again.

- Don't fucking start that again! - Don't fucking tell me

what to start and not start. You know what?

- We've been through this. - You've been through this?

- Yeah. - Shut the fuck up. Scram.

Why don't you just get back on your tricycle

before you embarrass yours...

Get off of me!

So... what are we gonna do about the case?

There's nothing to do.

I'm gonna get disbarred and thrown in jail.

So, that's it? Doesn't sound like you.

I've got this one long shot.

Clickety-clack.

If I can piece together, some fucking bizarre evidence...

I could possibly take down some of the biggest names in this city.

So let's do it.

Della, you know how long this meeting is gonna take?

I hate leaving that corner unmanned for too long.

- So, still nothing? - No.

Do you think Ozzie could've lied?

No. No, Della, I can guarantee there's no chance of that.

Oh, no. No, no, no. You gotta be fucking kidding me.

- I know this isn't ideal. - No, it's far from ideal, Perry.

Mason thought you all could use an extra hand.

And this is what you brought us?

- I'm not working with him. - Nothing's keeping you here.

Well, he is here to make amends...

- Oh, Perry. Perry. - ... because he was the...

You're not gonna... no, don't...

Because he was the one who broke into our safe.

What?

- I'm not surprised. - What?

- Trash is trash. - Oh, my fucking...

- That's my point, Perry. - You son of a bitch.

- I know. - What the hell were you thinking?

All right, ease... Okay, ease up, you two.

- Ease up. - Stop.

Dirty fucking cracker.

- You just call me a cracker? - Oh, you heard me.

- No, I heard you. - Stop.

I heard you. You want to take it outside?

- What are you gonna do? - Stop, stop.

- I'll go. Let's go right now. - Stop it!

- Shut the fuck up. - What you gonna do about it?!

- I'll do two in one day. - Stop!

Stop it! What is wrong with you?

You want to lose two fights today? Be my guest.

This is my responsibility. All of it.

But I'm gonna ask all of you for your help

'cause I think we owe those brothers

everything we've got until Friday morning.

Friday morning, Pete Strickland is fair game.

You do to him whatever you want.

Whatever you want.

Okay.

Della, he's the only one who knows what Milligan's got.

Thank you. Shut the fuck up!

All right. With that said...

Della, what's Burger going to ask for from this brief?

He's gonna make arguments to have the case continue

with the gun in evidence.

Right. And that thing will drop on Durkin's desk

in less than two days, so let's forget about where we were.

Let's start with where we are, all right?

What do we know?

I'm told your emperor is fond of horses.

Yes.

Shirayuki is Emperor Hirohito's most cherished possession.

A good steed can give joy and pride like nothing else can.

If he's ever looking for more,

I recently put an Arabian out to stud.

A perfect specimen.

It'd be an honor to give it to the emperor

as a gesture of my appreciation.

- You're very kind, but not necessary. - Gentlemen.

Now that we've gotten all the pomp

and circumstance out of the way...

I look forward to speaking with you gentlemen again soon.

What the hell was that?

It was difficult to speak with our business partners from my seat.

It would've been rude to go the whole meal

without saying hello.

Oh, come now, Lydell, there's no conspiracy here.

We all want the same thing out of this deal.

Can't we forget about business for a moment

and just speak as friends?

- "Friends?" - Yes.

Lydell.

All those unpleasant truths about Brooks

that were made so public in court.

I can only imagine your shame.

But this will pass. People will move on.

My grandsons won't.

They'll wake up without a father every day

for the rest of their lives.

And their lasting memory of him will be his name

on the front pages of the paper as a deviant.

Today's newspaper wraps tomorrow's fish.

You have the power to make people remember Brooks

the way you want him to be remembered.

And what do you suggest in your infinite wisdom?

Well...

A... a monument or...

... something that could depict Brooks

in whatever you think is his best light

as opposed to all this ugliness.

It could serve as a beautiful tribute to your son.

What do you know of beauty, you fucking barren spinster?

You've said enough.

Of course.

An act of the most egregious moral turpitude, period.

Furthermore, comma, the defense counsel's conduct violates...

What are you doing here?

Remember the night of the lightning storm?

At the Adam and Eve?

Your "friend" the architect stumbled over to our table...

I do, and voice down.

What did I say when he left?

Uh...

Yeah, um, you said, uh...

"And here I thought

I was the only modern architecture enthusiast around."

That was the best night.

To know I wasn't alone.

What is this, Della?

I'm concerned.

- About? - You.

If someone leaned on you to offer us that plea deal,

- if they're still leaning on you... - Stop it. Stop it.

Honestly, I don't know if I'm more offended

that you would exploit our friendship to try to win a case,

or that you actually thought

this "I'm concerned" move would work on me.

I am concerned.

And I want to finish what I started.

- It is finished. - No, it's more than the gun

and the brothers, and you know that.

You had one good day in court.

Do you think that means you can change the world?

Ham... I'm looking for the truth.

You won't like it.

Blackmail?

By whom? Lydell?

I don't know who it is.

Oh, Ham.

I'm so sorry.

I am so careful and they still got in.

You cannot and should not go poking into this.

It's not worth it.

If we can figure out who's behind the blackmail,

- we can hit them back. - Christ.

You're starting to sound like Mason.

Accept defeat gracefully.

- Let the Feds handle the rest. - Feds?

Why would the Feds handle anything?

Just let it go.

Anything else?

They're not letting him see visitors.

He's fine.

He got accepted to art school.

- I didn't even know he applied. - Hmm.

I'll let you decide if you want to give it to him or not.

He's become a liability.

I don't like it.

Hmm.

You saw him at the lunch.

He snapped at me out of nowhere.

That sort of display is frowned upon,

especially amongst the Orientals.

Perhaps he doesn't like it when you undercut him in public.

Which reminds me,

did you remember to send our Japanese friends

an invitation to the concert?

It was hand-delivered to the embassy this morning.

Anything on your mind, Phippsy?

I'm fine.

No, you're not. You're distant.

If you're not pleased with my work, you should say so.

Don't be paranoid.

All I'm suggesting is...

you seem tired.

Yes.

Well, the Sun never sets on the Nygaard Empire.

I've been thinking...

I wonder if there's room for Della Street in our office.

- What do you know, fucko? - Goddamn it.

Take a look. Place is swarming with inspectors.

Really?

Who knew that federal government cared so much about produce?

Come on.

You tellin' me this is all about price gouging?

Does the DA know you're moonlightin' for the other side?

Does your wife know you're moonlightin' as an asshole?

All right. How... how often do these boats leave port?

No idea.

My guy in the fed office says they always leave at night.

So clearly, they don't want people to see what they're dumping.

Any idea where they're headed?

Some port in Japan.

We got to get on that boat. Get a better look.

Figure out why they're dumping all that veg, Perry.

And that's my cue.

- It's been lovely, gentlemen. - Thank you.

Say, think we can pass for deckhands?

Did you hear what he said? It's headed to Japan.

Yeah, but they gotta be dumping it close to shore,

otherwise it wouldn't wash up.

So we go,

see why, grab a lifeboat, and get outta there.

All right, let's try.

I'd lose the leather jacket.

What? What?

What if I'm freezing on the boat?

Ever known a deckhand to wear leather?

- Hey, Mason. - What?

Put that on.

It's still gonna be fucking freezing.

- Just put it on. - Shut up!

Hey, you feel that?

- What? - Feels like we've stopped.

- Release the bow! - I told you it wouldn't be far.

Clear the halyard.

- Here we go. - Tie it off.

Somebody help secure that line.

Holy shit, Perry. It's another fucking boat.

Oh, my God.

Would you look at that?

- That's black gold, Perry. - Yeah. That's a lot of oil.

What the hell you think they're doing with it?

I don't know, but we don't have time to find out.

We gotta get the fuck off this thing.

Go.

Mase, lifeboat.

What? Those things hold 40 people.

You don't think we'll get noticed?

Shit.

You know what? I can still make out the shore from here.

We ain't that far. We just got to grab one of them crates

- that they threw over the side. - What? Hold on. Hold on.

You're not suggesting we swim back?

Oh, I don't know. Either that or learn Japanese.

Goddammit!

Hey.

We'll be on land in an hour, tops.

Holy fucking God.

And you thought stealing a horse was going too far?

- Hey. - Hey.

What are you doing here?

Well, how else am I supposed to see you?

You left before breakfast. Hmm.

Thank you.

Clara.

I don't need the hows and the whys.

You want to keep it locked up? Fine, I'll respect it.

Clara, I'm just up to my neck on this one and...

- I don't want you drowning, too. - Paul, if you drownin',

I'm drownin'.

So whatever happened,

I don't need you treating me like I was the one who did it.

You're right.

It's just...

Clara, the choices I... I made,

they used to have fewer consequences.

They didn't have this long reach.

What does that mean?

It means I'm scared, Clara.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please.

Come here.

You look tired.

I'm not gonna fight you on that one.

Well, maybe you should rest a while.

I can watch the corner.

- No, no, no. - Why? What?

"What?" It's a bad idea, Clara. It's dangerous.

How so? I'm just watching and writing.

You need to rest.

Something happens in the next hour, trust me, I'll wake you.

Fine.

- We're looking for a... - Old White man

in a fancy red car.

Clara.

I know.

White girl. Blue sedan.

Now, shut your mouth and close your eyes.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you, Clara Drake.

What is this?

It's passage on the Santa Paula to Havana.

Why am I going there?

Because you won't accept reality,

and I have no other choice with you.

I'll tell Elizabeth and the boys it's for the company.

If this is about announcing the team at the soup kitchen,

you have to trust me that...

Every time I tell you to do something,

it blows through your ears like the goddamn wind.

There are other people who matter in all your fuckups.

What other people?

Oh, this is about the subpoena.

You will get on that boat, you will stay in Havana,

and you will not come back until I tell you to.

"Concentrate on your charity work."

- What? - Those were your words to me.

And that's what I did.

Taking all that produce you were greedily wasting.

Feeding a nation that's starving.

I mean, I think the Feds would understand that.

I didn't tell you about it,

but what are we talking here?

A fine at worst?

But this illegal oil deal you have going...

Yeah.

I have nothing to do with that.

I mean, you made it very clear

I was to have nothing to do with your business.

My hands are clean.

So, I'm not so sure

I'm the one with the real fuckups right now, am I, Father?

I don't think I'm going anywhere.

From what I understand,

Brooks McCutcheon was under federal investigation

before his death.

And the Bureau said you were the man to see about the matter.

Brooks was doing business with a produce distributor

- named Charlie Goldstein. - He certainly was.

The two of them made a nice little piece of change

selling produce around the country.

Trouble is they neglected to notify us first.

Do you think they knew you were investigating them?

Think the subpoenas probably tipped 'em off, yeah.

Brooks and Goldstein were subpoenaed?

Called to testify before a grand jury.

Neither one made it.

Is the case file confidential?

Do you have access to it?

Yes. And yes.

Just a moment.

Of course.

What?

Nah, I'm just remembering the first time you assisted me,

at that rent party around the corner from here.

How long had you been on the force? About a week?

No, five days.

The, um... the first big assignment I had on my own,

and he said, uh, "Drake, them people too loud.

You've got to go down there and break that up."

Mm.

But I walked through that door

and see the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen.

She is dancing.

- Mm. - Oh, my goodness,

in a way that make the good Lord blush.

Oh, you such a liar.

Then you get right up in my face.

- You remember what you said? - Oh, I never forgot.

I said, "Look here, cop,

either you start moving your feet to this beat,

or you take your Black ass back out on that street."

Oh, Clara Drake.

I'm so happy that I started moving my feet with you

and not out that door.

Hmm.

'Til them other police came.

I know.

And you had to duck out that back bedroom window

with your pants round your ankles.

Paul.

That's her.

Okay.

That's it.

Well, it must have been a hard...

Oh.

- I thought you were Mr. Denning. - Mr. Denning had an emergency.

He won't be coming back to the office today.

- But he was just... - That'll be all, Miss Street.

Mason and associates.

Marion, it's Della. I need to speak to Perry.

It's urgent.

Della thinks Brooks was taking the produce

that Lydell was dumping and selling it on the black market.

Another losing scheme by the bumbling prince of the city.

Yeah, but the Feds got wind of it.

So they subpoena him and Goldstein

to testify about the scam.

And someone's worried that's not the only thing

- they'll testify about, huh? - Ain't that the truth?

So, then why the big charade?

Why pretend to send veg to Japan,

- and sneak on all that oil? - That I don't know.

Maybe he's trying to hide his profits from the government?

- Yeah. - May I offer something?

Um, yeah, of course.

Could it be possible the Japanese are using the oil

for their military?

Who are they at war with?

- Oh, my God. - They've taken over Korea,

Manchuria, China will probably be next.

See, it's here.

"League Member Nations call for embargoes on Japan."

And McCutcheon clearly wouldn't want anyone knowing

he was selling oil to them.

Making buckets of cash under the table.

And Brooks's little side scam

was shining a very bright light on Daddy's bigger one.

So Daddy needed to extinguish that light.

If that's true, that means...

Lydell really did have his own son killed.

Okay, Clara, you wait here.

No, Paul, you can't go up to that house.

Not around here.

So, what do I say?

How about I'm a maid looking for work?

No, no, no, Clara. We've got to get a name.

How about, uh, you're Jehovah's Witness?

Uh-uh. I don't know nothing about those people.

Clara, Clara, all you've got to do is ask for a donation.

Then you ask for their names

so you can inscribe them into the Kingdom of Heaven.

Clara, you sure about this?

Hell no.

Be careful.

- Hello? - Hello.

Ma'am, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time.

Come in.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

I know you.

You do?

You're Josephine Baker.

No, ma'am.

You're such a beautiful negro, Josephine.

Have you come to dance for me?

Let me play you something.

Ma'am?

- Oh, dear God. - Pull!

You're anticipating, Phillip.

Wait until the pigeon is at the high point of its trajectory.

And don't lean back so much. Weight forward. Watch.

Pull!

See what I mean?

Mm.

You should listen to your grandfather.

He knows plenty about hitting targets.

What are you doing here, Mason?

Just returning something you dropped.

- Phillip. - Yes, sir?

Go play.

You know, this whole time I thought you were worried

about protecting your son's name,

but you were just... you were just protecting your profits.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a lousy dad,

but I would do anything to protect my son.

Just get to what you want.

I want a fair deal for my clients.

And just how am I supposed to do that?

You work that out with Burger.

But you bring us something better this time.

Because if you don't,

if I'm suddenly no longer around when this offer is completed,

then all my research goes to the FBI and the press,

telling them that you've been feeding the fish

more fruits and vegetables

then you have people in your own soup kitchen.

- No. - No, no. I can tell them more.

I can tell them a whole lot more.

How you illegally schemed with the Japanese to sell them oil.

And how you had such little faith in your own son

not to tell people about it

that you paid to have him executed.

I did nothing but try to save him!

But he wouldn't let me!

And you and everyone else made it impossible to protect his name.

I won't take the blame for this.

Hey! Hey! You in the car.

- Afternoon, ma'am. - You can't just park here.

I'm just waiting for my wife.

She works in the kitchen in one of them houses over there.

I've never seen you here before.

I know. She just started.

She should be out, I mean, any second now,

and then we gonna be right out your way.

Thank you, ma'am.

Shit. Come on, Clara.

Shit.

I'm home.

Any interest in going to Perino's this evening?

I ran into Gerald Nance,

who said that he and his wife were headed there.

Constance!

Constance! Constance!

Constance!

Oh, goddamn it!

How much did you use?

Constance! Fuck!

Yes, I need an ambulance sent to the Phipps residence.

820, North Canon Drive.

820, North Canon Drive.

Yes. Yes, I understand. Please hurry.

- Are you okay, are you okay? - Paul, drive.

Brooks was clearly a liability to you.

How are you not to blame for his death?

Because I didn't want it, goddammit!

Then who did?

Rafa?

Rafa?

Pardon the interruption, Miss Nygaard.

From this afternoon.

Get Mr. Phipps on the phone.

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